Taking that straight lineBecause someone at some pointDecidedTo draw down the middleOf that road

Away from workRoll up the driveStep through the same doorSinkInto a cozy chairType

I don't know what it is about my lifeThat's so rewardingI sit here safely, wasting each dayWatching minutes sieve-slide awaySiege to the way I thought it would bePlanned it out to the L and the TTill a wave crashed

Stop my pitter-patter over a strange alphabetFeel that it's not me talkingBut it isDrift over to the windowLodge it open a bit less than the one I knewSee those same lightsThe old ones

Dreadfully coldHalfway past the worldIn Italy or FranceYou dance along sandHappy to be free and awareHonesty reefLay down play down go down in the sandWaternip at your heelsThe feel of something warmAnd the old lights

Equation is not as aquatic as I hopedMath never suited me so much as wordsSword to paper and a swimming soulThe last little demon left in the poolTo flounder a doggy paddle

I am afraidTo swim because I forgot howTo live in uncertainty and how chaotic andPure and lustful those breaths earn anAdolescent eternity of life